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 G Story: THE FIRST NIGHT - Đêm đầu tiên

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Bài gửiTiêu đề: G Story: THE FIRST NIGHT - Đêm đầu tiên   20/2/2009, 12:25 pm

THE FIRST NIGHT Randy and I were twenty-two. Fast friends since we were sixteen, we were products of our times. We'd grown up during the turmoil of the late sixties, sweated out the final days of the draft as the Viet Nam War wound down, and watched Nixon self-destruct. We talked caringly about these things--things social and political. We seemed so unlike most other guys our age who seemed only to drone on about the weekend's conquests or football scores. Over the years our friendship had been galvanized by differences we'd had, and had overcome. There were times when I dared to think it. I loved him--as a friend with my head, as a comrade with my heart, but also in a different way. It was lust, and it was because he was a man. At times in the summer we would sit in our shorts, Indian-style, playing cards or checkers. I'd watch on the sly as the pink head of his dick poked through the bottom of his cut-offs. (I always wondered if he did that on purpose, seeking an edge in the game, sensing my concentration would be elsewhere!) I stored the sight away in my mind, as fuel for my fantasies. I could not tell him any of this. As open-minded as he was, it still seemed a risk too big to take. Life without his touch was hard, but life without his presence was unthinkable. Try as I might to suppress it, the sight of him would always excite me. At the beach, I'd toss him a Frisbee and marvel at his muscles in motion. After a round of body surfing, we'd drag ourselves back on the beach and soak in the warmth of the sun. I'd lie on my stomach while he'd lie on his back, eyes closed tightly. I used that precious little time to let my eyes drink him in. A myriad of little details were in the picture before me: the tiny goosebumps sported by his deeply tanned skin; the heaving of his chest with each breath and the stretching his large round nipples under the strain; the blood pulsing through the veins in his neck; his baby fine hair wafting gently in the breeze; the pores in his skin and the fullness of his lips. His face looked so serene and inviting. I yearned to lay on top of him, to melt over him like butter in the sun. It wasn't until our annual August camping trip, that I got the chance to drink him all in. We were on a day hike when we saw the sign. Made of thick iron, the letters had been cut out by torch. "NO NUDITY ALLOWED," it intoned. We two rebels just looked at each other and grinned. God, it was beautiful there. At the bottom of the canyon, a small stream, inches wide, would on occasion balloon into a long, wide pool, flanked by reeds and shrubs on one side and high sandstone cliffs on the other. We spotted several of these pools as we walked, each one more secluded and beautiful than the last. Finally, we found the perfect one, and it was ours alone. We decided to cross the pool to the rocks against the cliffs. Not knowing how deep the water was and not wanting to get our clothes and belongings wet, we stripped naked and wrapped everything up in our towels. Out into the water we waded until it became so deep that we had to hold everything above our heads and bounce off the bottom. Like waiters carrying trays of food, we made our way to the opposite side. Finally there, we climbed out of the cool water, and laid down on the warm rocks. Nude, rolled on our sides, we discussed our good fortune. After a while we got out our ever-present magnetic game board to play some Chinese checkers. I longed to play with his dick, but at least I was able to let my eyes wander down to it. Previously shrivelled by the coolness of the water, it had now begun to grow heavy. If he knew I was staring he didn't let on, and after a while he drew one leg up, placing his foot on his knee. His balls shifted in their loose sack. Gravity seized them. They rolled forward. God, this had to be an invitation of some kind, but it was so subtle I couldn't be sure. Too quickly the afternoon slipped by and the time had come to head back to camp. We both had developed dark tans over the summer, but being bareassed in the sun was a new experience and, inadvertently, we'd burned our butts! Our shorts chafed against our tender skin all the way back, but it was a small price to be paying for all the beautiful sites to which I'd been privy that afternoon. We'd found an out-of-the-way place to bivouac, so it came as no surprise when, arriving at our campsite, Randy declared it hurt too much to wear anything. I signalled my agreement and we again shucked our clothes. As the sky blazed orange from the setting sun, we lit a small fire, ate dinner, and rolled out our sleeping bags. The night air felt warm and refreshing, and made me feel acutely aware of our nakedness. Not yet ready to sleep, we stretched out on top of our bags for a little conversation and a few hands of cards. It was much like the afternoon, except now the flickering fire highlighted his light pink groin while the rest of his tanned body blended into the darkness. The cards were dealt and a few rounds were played. It was Randy's turn. He started to chew on his lip in a way I understood all to well--his turn was going to take a while. He studied is cards. I studied his dick. The dancing firelight seemed to set it in motion. It was hypnotic. "You going to play or what?" "Huh?" I was caught. "God, please, help me now," I thought. "We're playing cards. Remember?" "You were taking so long my mind started to wander." It was a feeble attempt to cover the truth. "Yeah, sure." I had expected those words, but they weren't said with disgust. There was, in fact, the hint of a smile on his lips and a look of mischievousness in his eyes. I was more relieved than hopeful, but still, maybe I'd misread him all these years. We finished the game. "What do you want to do now?" he asked. I always hated that question. Only one thing ever came immediately to mind. "It doesn't really matter," I equivocated. I could dream about it, wish for it, but I couldn't bring myself to initiate it. "I'm kinda beat from the all the walking we did today," "Me too. I could really use one of your backrubs... if you've got the energy for it." "Yeah, I could handle that." I always could. "Backrub" always translated to "body massage". It was the one intimacy that was allowed between us; a line we both walked up to without hesitation, but never crossed. "I've got some lotion with my stuff. Could you rub some in? I think I overdid it in the sun today." "Sure, get comfortable. I'll be right back." As I returned to him I couldn't help but think that tonight was going to be a night for the truth. We were both naked, he had caught me stealing peeks at his dick and was still willing to let me give him a massage. This was either a demonstration of his trust, or a demonstration of his desire. I stood over him. I'd seen this sight so many times in my dreams. I knelt down and touched him. It was no dream. I squeezed some lotion into my hands and warmed it. Starting at the calluses on the bottom of his feet, I began working my way up his legs. His body relaxed under my ministrations. As I felt the firmness of his muscles, I marvelled at how they could present such a vision of strength to the eyes and yet be so yielding to the hands. I kneaded his thighs, but stopped at the fold marking the start of his buttocks. I next worked on his hands, cognizant of the meatiness of his palms, the texture of his fingerprints, and the rigidity of the bones which gave his hands their potent shape and structure. But the power I knew to be in them was not in evidence that night. What was it about his hands that made them so sensual? We interact so much with the world by the touching we do with our hands. In those moments we were, in fact, communicating through ours. With his compliancy, he told me of the profound trust he had placed in me. Through tender touch, I told him of my unquestioned love for him. The messages were so much clearer than any to be heard with the ears or seen with the eyes. My fingers traversed the landscape of his arms and back. The lotion imparted to his skin a satiny sheen that reflected the firelight. Finally, my hands were on his ass. The twin muscular mounds exploded with goosebumps when I spread the lotion over them. This was the only place that was really sunburned and I gave it special attention. Starting at the base of his spine, I moved lower, kneading his cheeks, watching them cleave in the process. As I moved closer to his legs, he repositioned himself. He was making himself more vulnerable! I wanted to plunge in, to live my fantasy, but he was more than just a willing piece of ass to me. He was the love of my life, and I wanted to see his face. "Roll over Ran," I said gently. With no hesitation he did. I gazed down upon him as I proceeded to massage his feet and legs. His submission was unmistakable and undeniable. Soon I was straddling his stomach, leaning forward on my knees, exploring the ridges and valleys of his abdominal muscles. With each breath his ribs rose and fell beneath me. At last I molded my hands to his wonderfully sculpted chest. So broad, so muscular, I couldn't feel the ribs underneath. As I touched his nipples they contracted, forcing the nubs to attention. I felt his heart beat stronger. Suddenly, I became aware of the heat between us. I'd already lost the day-long battle against my own erection and now I could feel a warmth--low and behind me. I turned to look. That for which I had wished so long was coming to pass. It was his cock, filling with blood, pulsing, arching its way towards me. I looked at his beautiful face below and leaned to touch it, to finish the massage. As I did so, his penis pressed hard against me. The blood rushed into my groin and I began to weaken. Attempting to steady myself, I cupped his face with my hands. I rubbed his strong cheekbones gently with my trembling thumbs. He raised his hand, placed it on my shoulder, and slowly opened his eyes. Through our eyes, the windows to our souls, it all was conveyed--the complete truth. "Come here," he bid me. I sank down onto him. My ass pushed back against his cock, almost seeming to cradle it. My own tool, roaring hard, was sandwiched by our warm, moist, lotion-lubricated stomachs. My tongue met his and our lips sealed around them. Heretofore content in my own mouth, it went berserk in his. I held is head in my hands like the sacred object it was. I felt the roughness from the day's growth of beard. "My God," I thought. "This is what it's like to kiss a man, to experience him with every sense there is." I wrapped my arms and legs around him, as content as I had ever hoped to be. We were woven together, only our tongues in motion, but then he took the bottle of lotion and squeezed some in his hand. "Hunch up on your knees, Bud." I'd always loved that term of endearment and I knew I'd love what was coming next. He smeared the lotion in my ass and then popped a finger inside. I moved back up to smother again his mouth with mine. His finger moved deeper inside until it pressed upon my prostate. I felt the release of fluid rush down the length of my penis and out onto his stomach. A moan escaped my mouth and I felt it reverberate in his chest. I heard the squishy sound of lotion as he stroked himself to full hardness. "Do it. I've wanted it for so long," I confessed at last. With one hand he pulled me forward against my weight; with the other he lined himself up to plug my anxious hole. Then he eased me back against him. I felt myself open up and then stretch wide as the head of his dick pushed through. In startled reflex, my arms closed tightly around him. We froze in gentle embrace until I could relax. Gradually, more and more of his rod penetrated me. My balls nestled into his cushiony pubic hair and I knew his dick was home. My heart pumped blood through the vessels in my tightly stretched sphincter in counterpoint rhythm to that of his steadily throbbing member. It had taken years to get this far. I slowly sat up and looked at him. Full and deep inside me, he opened those angelic eyes and flashed a devilish grin. I began to rock gently back and forth. His chest rose, and with a low groan, fell. Our lovemaking progressed by slow degrees, and as our movements became more pronounced, he reached out with his hand to me, first touching my dick, then encircling it. We rapidly approached the flash point. Our bodies glistened with sweat and our breathing had turned to panting. When the action of his hand upon me became more frenetic, I knew I was on the brink. "I could do this all night, Ran, but if you keep that up I'm gonna cum!" "Shit, man, we will do it all night! Nobody says you can only cum once a day. Let it go!" So close to blowing my own wad, I turned my attention to him, wanting to bring him over the top with me. I reached down and felt his shaft sliding in and out my chute. I slid my hand down and cupped his balls. With my thumb, I pressed firmly where the spongy underside of his dick met his dancing nutsack. His whole body tensed and froze. I had gotten to his prostate the easy way. He uttered no sound, inhaled no breath, made no movement. He gripped my handle as if to keep from falling into some deep crevasse--but he had no chance. I gently squeezed his clutch of eggs, pushing him off the precipice, determined myself to follow him down. I felt the first spasm of his meat and the explosion in my bowels. That set me off. My ass contracted around him as he continued to pump into me. We each fed off the orgasm of the other. My churned cream shot out and landed on his tanned chest. A small pool formed in the hollow at the base of his neck. The body that had been so at rest as I massaged it earlier was now unleashed, blasting its blueprint into me. Wave after wave of convulsive contentment washed over us. I collapsed against him, my semen serving as mortar, cementing our bodies together. Under me I felt him shudder one last time. He made no effort to withdraw, but soon that terrific cock, which had been so hard for so long, began to deflate and, alas, slide out. I straightened myself out beside him. Toe to toe, and tongue to tongue, we intertwined our legs, kissed, and propped ourselves up on our elbows. Neither of us said anything for a long, long time. It was a magic moment; we were meshed together at the waist, but that didn't seem to matter. We were meshed together in our minds. Randy broke the spell. "You think you could concentrate on a card game now?" What a grin he was wearing! It was quite a night for firsts. It was my first night of real sex. And it was my first night of truthful love. But it was also the first night of a certainty that we had reached a point in our relationship where we knew we'd be sitting together on a park bench in our eighties, never having drifted apart, always a part of each other's lives.

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Bài gửiTiêu đề: Re: G Story: THE FIRST NIGHT - Đêm đầu tiên   20/2/2009, 12:29 pm

Hum nay wởn wởn ngồi dzịch 1 đoạn chơi cho vui hen. Bạn nào biết tiếng Anh thì dzô đọc hen. Đây là các câu chuyện Cuồng sưu tầm được tại 1 số trang web của nước ngoài.


Randy và tôi đều đã 20. Chúng tôi đã wen nhau nhanh chóng từ năm 16 tuổi và tình cảm nảy nở từ đó. Chúng tôi lớn lên trong những năm 60

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Dù anh có chạy xa thiệt xa
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Bài gửiTiêu đề: Re: G Story: THE FIRST NIGHT - Đêm đầu tiên   28/3/2009, 5:18 pm

ngoi dich loi` con mat
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Bài gửiTiêu đề: Re: G Story: THE FIRST NIGHT - Đêm đầu tiên   29/3/2009, 11:06 am

bjt' English nhu*ng hem co' tho*i` gian!!!!
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Bài gửiTiêu đề: Re: G Story: THE FIRST NIGHT - Đêm đầu tiên   9/6/2009, 8:52 pm

bjk dzịch.........dzịch đc mấy kâu.........nguyên chữ LƯỜI nó hjện trc' mặt hết mún dzịch lun =]]
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